Viscount Meyer and the Knights of Doom break apart like nothing else to see.
Hung, there's no way the local nobleman's Knights Private could break Jan Jessica's tactics.
I squeal my nose as I see the unusual hindsight of the enemy soldiers.
I don't have a particular sense of dawn. Win and fight for sure.
That's why I imitated the famous general's tactics.
Yes, Hus war hero Jan Jessica. His famous general led the common militia to defeat the knight.
Link the carriages laterally and in chains, making them simple horse walls.
The wand soldiers hidden in its shadow sweep at the nearby enemy soldiers.
The advantage of this tactic is that, thanks to the presence of a simple horse fence, enemy cavalry cannot easily approach the wand soldiers.
While the enemy soldiers are on their feet, the wand soldiers will be able to fire calmly.
This calm down, it is the liver.
For a common militia unfamiliar with war, the oppression of cavalry assault is a tremendous fear.
If there is nothing to block, the common militia will have their bodies glued to that fear.
You won't be able to do a decent fight or anything.
But with a wall that protects itself from the cavalry, the soldiers can fight in peace.
We can use our original powers to the fullest.
Plus this simple horse wall, the idea of using a carriage is great.
As long as the chains are removed, smooth movement is possible.
In other words, a substitute that can be called a manoeuvre fortress.
It can be transported to the battlefield without compromising the speed of the march.
Oh, it's really great.
Again, an optimal solution without any more in operating the Wand Squad.
In the future, you will expect great results.
This was the first full-scale operation of the Wand Squad, this battle.
I was to calmly analyze it.
That's right, analysis. At last, this battle is a kind of test operation.
To the victory itself, it was natural not to remember the sense of Daw Aung.
Conversely, the faces of my wand unit, the three battalions, are raised with praise.
They were recruited from citizens and peasants in Wirra territory.
Naturally, it is the first real battle.
Decorate the first line with victory, and there is neither excitement nor impossibility.
Would this lead to a little confidence?
As long as we arm ourselves with a wand, we can fight a knight at one end ourselves.
If only I could recognize that fact.
However, overconfidence is forbidden.
Because when that thin plating peels off, they will transform into a wooden idol.
We need to tighten up well around there.
I guess that's one of my roles as commander.
I'm so alone.
Within the PLA, the wand unit stands independently of the formal chain of command.
Its affiliation is under the direct authority of the Chief of General Staff.
I mean, it's a standing position as a special unit under my command.
So I will bear all the blame for their untimeliness.
You have to hold the reins well.
If something goes wrong, it's going to give me a gap to get into people who don't like me.
Few people do not like the fact that I have the responsibility of Chief of Staff.
Even the table doesn't speak up because I'm showing the results.
If you make one mistake, it's gonna take you all the way down here.
I'm too spared to lose my corner job, the jealousy of the idiots.
We have to keep showing results in the future to avoid it.
When I'm cementing my resolve that way, my excited, chilling voice flies.
"Witch! What are we going to do with the chase?
It's Elma. She looks as excited as any other soldier and asks me questions.
I answer in a calm voice.
"It's useless. Slowly, we'll march towards the city of Vaal."
There are some things I want to collect on the road.
"Ha...... Right? Okay."
Elma returns a distracted voice.
Yeah, well, Elmas, the daughters I picked up in the republic give me a special role among the wand troops.
That's my perimeter guard.
I am not a king or general, so the word is inappropriate......
Would it be easy to understand when it comes to troops like Kingsguards and Horsemen?
A battlefield that often forgets reason and exposes its own nature because of the sense of urgency between death and neighbourhood.
There, unethical behavior comes through flat.
In the meantime, in an army full of men, and being a woman, I naturally have matters to be wary of.
Keeping a bad man nearby is a lack of crisis awareness.
That is why they cemented themselves around me with the Elmas female soldiers.
They can have a certain amount of trust.
At least, you can't be in a chastity crisis.
But you can't just let go and trust me.
'Cause, right?
It's not uncommon for a man I trusted to scratch his sleeping neck.
"Elma, give the entire unit an order to march to the city of Vaal. Don't let victory float you, and be strict about order."
"Ha!"
"Oh, and then..."
Separate words once.
"And then... what?
Elma tilts her little neck.
I smiled at Elma like that.
And mouth the continuation of the words.
The look on Elma's face distorted her disgust when she heard it.
City of Vaal, central city of Viscount Meyer territory.
It was a fortified city surrounded by walls on all sides.
If Germany in the original world, it would have been named ○ ○ Burke or something, such a city.
Hmm, just... should I also say the limits of regional aristocracy, the scale of which is honestly shovoy.
The height of the walls is not very high, and it is also possible to see places where repairs are likely to be needed.
As long as it's cold.
But even if it rots, it's a fortified city.
How can I attack you? You will suffer from painful damage.
Well, then, how do you cook Viscount Meyer, who fled back to the city of Vaal?
That answer is exactly what I'm trying to put together right now.
The allies look at it from the bottom.
The enemy, the soldiers on the walls of the castle, pointed at it and raised their voices somewhat.
We put together huge pieces of wood, and what we can do is two stone throwers.
Arrival in the city of Vaal or a stone thrower that will be quickly assembled.
That speed was due to the fact that we had pieces of pieces available from the beginning.
It was loaded onto each carriage.
I mean, like a giant plastic model.
Time is significantly shorter than making it from scratch.
And because the hands of those who exchange them are not bad, it is even worse.
Among the common people, some of the craftsmen who worked in carpentry work and so on have been selected for troops.
Naturally, the reason is to replace the engineers.
These soldiers are truly treasured.
To the extent that it doesn't crush you, let's try to handle it fully.
As the stone throwers build up smoothly, the number of enemy soldiers on the walls increases.
Looks like they're blue-colored.
Huge rocks are shot into the rain. You must imagine that.
But......
"Witch...... The stone thrower assembly… is complete"
Whoa, you've got a report waiting for you.
"Very good. Now, do as you're told."
I nodded contentedly.
Conversely, the face of an artisan with good news is not excellent.
What the hell is going on? It's strange.
He ventures back under the finished stone thrower, reluctantly.
And to carry out the order, give instructions.
Following his instructions like that, the throw was carried.
No heart, or the complexion of the soldiers carrying it.
Honestly, what's going on? It's strange.
In no time, it is set on the stone thrower.
And it was released into the sky using the principle of the epithet.
Throws depicting large parabolas landed brilliantly in the city of Vaal from the first shot.
There is no earthquake.
That's because it's not as massive as a boulder.
Yes, it's not the rocks that are flying in the stone thrower.
It's more of a carefree thing.
Luckily, I was able to collect as much as I wanted on the road.
Who is it? Zubari, the remains of enemy soldiers.
Set it from next to next, on a stone thrower, and throw it into the city of Vaal.
A well-perceived man would fit in when he was beginning to understand his intentions.
Yes, the aim is an infectious disease.
Besides, there's no point in prolonging these skirmishes.
In other words, the aim is precisely to frighten the caged soldiers and citizens into the shadow of an infectious disease.
Though medicine hasn't made much progress, residents of this world also know as a rule of thumb that a large number of corpses can lead to infectious diseases.
Even the soldiers and citizens who have lost the battle and are depressed. There, if you add even the fear of infectious diseases......
The development after this is more obvious than seeing fire. Isn't that right?
Because who can hold it back and control soldiers and citizens?
Yeah, I can't, I can't. At least the load is too heavy for Viscount Meyer, who has no shards of hope.
If so, sleep and wait for the fruit report.
Let's wait loosely until we get that result.
Then two mornings later, a surrender envoy came before me with Viscount Meyer's neck.